Lorenzo felt that he was connected to the formation in this house. The formation on the ground was like a broken skeleton. When Lorenzo filled it with his spiritual power as flesh and blood, it came alive. And Lorenzo was its heart. His consciousness now spread to every corner of the room, and his thoughts spread everywhere along the lines of the formation.
At this moment, he was the magic circle, and the magic circle was him. Every move of all enemies and partners was under his control, and their movements seemed extremely slow, even a little ridiculous, because of the acceleration of his thinking.
But Lorenzo knew it was just an illusion. If he couldn't do something in these few seconds, his Qinglong team would end here.
He saw that Polidaro's next magic attack was ready. His hands moved slowly, and the energy of the magic was about to burst out from his hands. The mage behind him who was good at dispelling magic was also ready and was about to break his last shield.
"If everything is to end, it must end in my hands." Lorenzo's gaze returned to Kalanda. The saint chasing her was very close to her, and the sword flashing with cold light was within reach.
"Wish you... good luck!" His lips slowly made the movement to say these words, but no sound came out. As if in response to his words, a red light burst out from the magic circle on the ground and spread to the surroundings along the lines of the magic circle. The speed of the red light spreading was very slow at first, and then it became faster and faster. At this time, the other people and objects around also spread faster and faster. Lorenzo understood that the time for the Lightning Thought to take effect had expired. After his thinking speed returned to normal, the price caused by casting the spell also came. A sharp pain broke out from his head, as if someone was going to rip his head off.
However, Lorenzo still persisted. His mental strength was the basis for maintaining the operation of the magic circle. He had to persist until the moment the magic circle was fully activated.
Originally, this formation was to confine the enemy in a space and burn anyone trapped inside with flames. However, Lorenzo removed all the control and restriction parts and instead concentrated the flame energy to the extreme.
Polidaro and his companions did not realize that the broken magic circle under their feet had turned into a bomb that was about to explode. They also noticed the red light under their feet, but before everyone could react, the red light had spread to every corner of the room.
Heart-pounding magical fluctuations surged from all directions of the room.
Polidaro and the others also discovered the impending danger. The mage beside him exclaimed, "How is it possible? These formations on the ground are clearly incomplete, yet they have been activated."
"This is... the Tower of Talismans. They are not from Alcala at all! The guy floating in the sky is the Tower of Talismans wizard. No wonder they are trying to save him at all costs. Let me shoot him down!" said Polidaro.
"No, it's too late. This huge magic circle has exceeded the critical point. Killing him will not stop the magic circle from being activated. We must retreat immediately!"
Polidaro seemed to trust the wizard's judgment. As he flew out, he said to the warriors who were still fighting, "Leave the room and seal the entrance. Don't let these guys escape!"
The warrior saints also realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly retreated.
However, Lorenzo's magic circle was activated too quickly. This active array had several starting points set up, and was activated by Lorenzo's mental power at the same time. As soon as Polidaro gave the order, the surging magic power had already materialized several origins. With these origins as the center, several violent explosions occurred, and the shock wave and high-temperature flames swept the entire room at lightning speed.
All the holy-level warriors were unable to escape the range of the explosion and were engulfed in the raging flames.
Just as Polydaro was about to fly out of the range of the explosion, a transparent rope flew from somewhere and wrapped around his shield. The rope pulled him inward and dragged him into the flames of the explosion.
Polidaro screamed in fear. Through the crumbling shield, he vaguely saw a transparent figure in the flames, holding the strange rope in his hand, dragging him further and further in. The flames seemed to have no effect on this figure, or it could be said that he was not a person at all. Indistinctly, Polidaro heard the other party convey a thought: "I will avenge my revenge myself."
"How is this possible? You were clearly dead just now. Who are you?!" Polidaro roared in disbelief.
The figure became fainter and fainter. Before he completely disappeared, he tightened his grip, and the strange rope broke through Polydaro's shield. Flames poured into the shield, and Polydaro turned into ashes in an instant...
Lorenzo watched the flames engulf Karanda below, but he saw the certainty in his eyes and the hint of a relieved smile.
Although Lorenzo had already prepared to sacrifice the Qinglong team, the pain of sacrificing his companions was still like a knife piercing his heart. Lorenzo suddenly felt that his heart was in great pain, even more painful than his consciousness that was on the verge of collapse.
Everywhere he looked was red, and standing in the center of the hall, it seemed that he had nowhere to escape.
But Lorenzo did not want to flee, he was even a little grateful that this moment had come so quickly. This was a fair ending, the one who created the fire died in the fire, and the one who sacrificed his companions also sacrificed himself.
He also didn't have the ability to release a new shield, so he simply opened his arms and welcomed the flames he created.
However, at this moment, a huge black shadow pounced on him from the air. It was the Electric Wing Silver Dragon. Its wings spread out and closed inwards. Its scales began to stretch and expand, and the structure of its body changed rapidly. Its head, neck, tail and wings together formed a closed sphere, wrapping Lorenzo inside. The runes on its body lit up. A thin-looking, but very tough shield covered its body.
When Lorenzo was about to collapse, he felt a large area of black swallowing up the red in his eyes, and the burning sensation approaching his body also began to fade away slowly.
However, his consciousness faded and he closed his eyes. He knew nothing...
After an unknown amount of time, Lorenzo seemed to hear a voice calling his name. The voice came from far away and slowly woke him up from a cold and lonely place. He slightly opened his eyes and saw the elf with a charred face in front of him.